The Songs of Corroded Roses *Roses

by Ian Robert   Sep 12, 2004


I know the truth that’s your lies,
And I see the lie within your truth,
I see the other half of you,
When I hold your hand I can feel your thoughts,
As I look into your infinity,
And see a cage,
Locking you away,
Still a starving soul,
And see the wanting of escape,
Drowning within yourself,
Darkening within the light you have,
The rose petals that fall from your chamber,
Crashing into a world of death,
Growing more black,
Colored with hatred,
Horrible corroded roses,
Sprout vines within your feeble lies,
Destroying the little that’s left,
Entangling within your very self.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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